摘要
太阳落下去了,如今那长长的草在晚风中凄凉地摇摆;野鸟从那古老的灰石边飞开,到温暖的角落里寻觅一个安身所在。在这四周所有的寂寞景色之中我看不见光亮,也听不见声音,除了远方来的风叹息着吹过这一片荒原。
The sun has set,and the long grass now Waves dreamily in the evening wind;And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone In some warm nook a couch to find.In all the lonely landscape round I see no light and hear no sound,Except the wind that far away Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.
